SURER SARITÁ BAYE JÁY
PATHE KONO BÁDHÁ NÁ MÁNE
LAKSYA TÁHÁR SE SÁGAR
JÁHÁRE SE CEYECHE DHYÁNE
PATHE KONO BÁDHÁ NÁ MÁNE
DUI TIIRE TÁRI KATHÁ TÁRI GIITIKÁ
TÁRI TARE MADHURIMÁ CALAMÁNATÁ
TÁRI BHÁVANÁR MÁJHE BHULIÁ VYATHÁ
CHUT́ECHE SE TÁHÁRI PÁNE
PATHE KONO BÁDHÁ NÁ MÁNE
MANER SARITÁ MOR TOMÁREI CÁY
BADDHA NÁHI THEKE BHAVA JAD́ATÁY
BÁDHÁR UPAL JENO GUŔIYE SE JÁY
EI PRÁRTHANÁ CARAŃE
PATHE KONO BÁDHÁ NÁ MÁNE
SURER SARITÁ BAYE JÁY
PATHE KONO BÁDHÁ NÁ MÁNE
The stream of melody keeps flowing,
without heeding to any obstacle on the path.
Its goal is that ocean
which it aims at in meditation.
On both banks are His stories, His songs.
For Him only is sweetness set in motion.
With His ideation,
forgetting all pains,
it rushes unto Him.
My mental stream wants only You.
It wants to be freed from the bonds of dogma.
That the stones of obstruction be crushed,
I pray at Your feet.